Sunday, January 21, 2018

breaking the mold 21 jan 2018

Breaking  the mold

We arrived back at “Submit” to find a real train wreck.  It would have been bad enough just to find the demolished portions we left behind.  However, adding insult to injury,




mold.  everywhere.


So, phase one was to remove everything from the boat.  We rented a storage unit (or two) and hauled truck loads away.  This is one way to learn how much you have accumulated over several years. 



Some stuff only made it as far as the trash.  We didn’t bother to do a lot of sorting, so some of it will be eliminated as we move back aboard.

Phase two is




Clean.  Barbara is the most dedicated hard worker.  She scrubbed the entire interior with bleach water.  She has been sealing holes and sanding and masking.  She’ll begin priming the entire interior with Kilz primer this afternoon and then paint it all.  Soon all will be clean and shiny.

Meanwhile, I am attempting belt and suspenders on the fuel tanks.  As a review, both tanks developed pin hole leaks. I believe the process was accelerated by the construction methods used when the tanks were built 10 or 11 years ago.

To get the tanks out, lower salon berths had to be disassembled and both water tanks removed.  Then, a significant chunk of built in glued screwed and plugged cabinetry had to be removed.  Then, the upper saloon sole had to be removed. 



The tanks were delivered to a local welding shop which guaranteed they could repair the tank and there would be no leaks. 
 After repairing the first tank, we discovered a leak in the second tank.  After it was repaired, both tanks were reinstalled and most of the boat put back together, with new upper salon sole,



 only to discover that the first tank still had a leak.  We removed everything again and took that tank back to the welder.  He apologized profusely and repaired again and tested with light pressure.  Having no leak show up, we took the tank back to the boat.  However, before installing, I put it on saw horses and partially filled with fuel and let it set overnight.  No leak showed, so it was reinstalled and much of the boat put back together plus dumping about 7 gallons of fuel into it.  Next morning, a tiny leak manifested itself to Barbara's discerning eye.  Disassemble the boat again, pull the tank and drop off at the welding shop which had closed early on a Friday afternoon.  I made sure they could tell it was leaking and left “encouraging notes”.  Saturday and Sunday were spent throwing everything into the boat and preparing to close her up for 9 months.  Monday morning I met with the welder who promised the tank would be fixed and pressure tested and delivered to the boat.  We left for home an hour later.

As for the belt and suspenders, I’ve pressure tested both tanks personally.  KBS makes a fuel tank internal coating system which I will install in both tanks.  It’s time consuming but I believe worth it to do everything I can to prevent future problems.  It will be good to have them reinstalled and the new upper saloon sole in place and water tanks reinstalled and lower saloon berths rebuilt. 

Additional projects this trip include painting the topsides and deck and replacing the 50 year old teak toe rail with aluminum toe rail.  I still need to come up with a good idea and material for replacing the rub rails.  I also need to reinstall the cleaned engine heat exchanger and the new primary alternator,  and put new bearings in the wind generator, and check out the front seals of the transmission and reinstall it and check out the bilge pumps and install a garboard plug assembly and bottom paint and …..


Don’tcha just love owning a classic?

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

13 January, 2018

13 January, 2018



Good morning. We are sitting with our coffee and thinking of all of you. It is 33 degrees outside and consequently a perfect time to tell you the story of our trip to Submit.

As with any 'passage', one must wait for a 'weather window'.  The “conditions” for which we were waiting were, for example, appointments, truck repairs, new tires for motorhome, etc.

New tires for the motorhome? Yup. At one point we thought we were going to be headed here in Bev, our antique motorhome. We weren't able to find a place to rent for a month that fit our budget, so we had to dig Bev out of a foot of snow.  Of course we needed a place to park her while here and while searching for that…voila! We found a camper trailer to rent just a couple miles from Submit's winter home.  With her new tires, Bev plowed back up the driveway and nestled down in the snow. Back to plan A-the truck.

You might expect us to have been ready to leave at the drop of a hat since we had been aiming at departing as early as 12/26.  Well, we weren’t.  However, someone dropped a hat on 1/5 just after lunch.  Make a few phone calls, drive 50 miles round trip to pick up the pickup, grab some stuff and by 6:00 that night we were on the road. As it is bad luck to start of passage on a Friday, we just went to Missoula to eat ice cream and say good bye to family. Our voyage started on Saturday.  The Friday luck did get us though, as we began to remember all the things we had forgotten to grab in our rush to escape roughly two feet of snow at home.

In Missoula, we woke up to find Snow White, the truck, covered in a layer of ice. It was definitely time to leave the frozen North. Actually, we didn't head south. We were headed to North Dakota to see family. For the first few hours, the driver’s white knuckles matched the icy road conditions. As we moved east the temperature climbed and we were on our way.

On Sunday Reggie did a repair on Snow White's bed cover. We had a good visit and feasted on delicious dinners provided by grandson's elk.

Many of you encouraged us to take our time and enjoy the trip. Heeding your advice, after a day layover we drove to see the giant heads of SD, which we had never seen, but was on my bucket list. Quite impressive. I was particularly interested in learning how in the world that project was conceived and then carried out.

Tuesday was a travel day as we were excited to get to St. Louis for another visit. We were provided with another evening of good food, good conversation and some laughing.  We would like to have stayed longer but the news was full of warnings about a severe winter storm headed towards us

Snow White wanted an oil change, so we ended up sitting for a few hours in the lobby of a local Ford dealer waiting for that which caused another rather short day of travel. Wednesday we put some miles under the wheels. It looked like we would be in Nashville that night. Should we stop before Nashville and avoid rush hour? Should we stay in Nashville? Or maybe push through and stay of the other side? We chose option 3.  Nashville at rush hour is not for old folks from Montana. The helpful navigation voice from our phone said to exit, so we did. Hmmm? This hardly seems right. We are now driving through a rather old part of the city, then through two lane residential streets. "Go three blocks and turn right. Proceed to the stop sign and turn left. Go 100 feet turn right."  Our dear friends had encouraged us to spend some time in Nashville. "Go to the Grand Ol' Opry. Have some fun."  It is our theory that they somehow hacked our phone and sent us on a highly questionable tour of Nashville. Not sure why they took us through that particular area, however. Weird sense of humor?

Once back on the freeway and out of Nashville, we stopped in Murfreesboro for the night. Glad to be out of Nashville. In the morning the news was all about the winter storm. "Do not drive. Stay home. Schools and businesses closed." Nashville had freezing rain and soon snow would be covering the ice.  It was raining in Murfreesboro, but not freezing yet; however the temperature dropped about 20 degrees while we were breakfasting and preparing to get on the road.  Time to get a move on.

We outran the storm and arrived safely at our new temporary home in Satsuma, FL. (anyone know how to rotate this photo in the blog?)



As we prepared to retire, we closed the drapes and were welcomed by the current owner of the trailer:



He was almost 3" long.  We encouraged him to vacate.

The coffee is gone. The temperature is slowly climbing. I'll leave the next chapter until another day.


Barbara